LIGHT WITHOUT THE SUN

Under the same roof, with me and I aloof I’m but a peasant on a desert “Things will get better” leads tơ blubber with no proof Night in noon. I sight a slumbering sun But the me inside, sights the singing moon Heart sings along, “there will be light without the sun”

THE CALL

In the hour when the sickle moon harvest its grains of stars dreams laid on bed nightmares on gown as misty cloud steals into crystal ball the day hides in its hide as forms bore shape none thread her mill as silence reign in silence awaiting the glorious call! In this hour shadows stood on… Continue reading THE CALL